"However, this person can practice to this extent according to the residual method. He is very talented!" Feng Zheng commented and continued to drink.
Huang thought for a long time, then turned around and headed towards the Fushui Room dungeon.
He knew in his heart that the dungeon of Fushui Fang could not contain the corpse, and when his cultivation level recovered, the seal cast by Feng Zheng would be easily unlocked.
Hongyi led the way, and after a while, Huang came to the dungeon and saw the miserable-looking corpse.
Standing on the opposite side, Huang ordered Hongyi, "Hongyi, prepare a meal and wine and bring it over."
"promise."
Hongyi turned around and left, Huang looked at the corpse: "You are a junior, I have seen a corpse!"
Corpse looked at Huang with an expressionless expression: "You are very good, but it's a pity that Mozi escaped. Next, the entire Qin Kingdom will be in turmoil."
"This time, the Mo family sent out a lot of people..."
Looking at the corpse, Huang chuckled: "I admit that Mozi is a great sage. Among the hundreds of schools of thought, the only ones who can compare with him are Confucius and Guiguzi."
"However, the Qin State is not without its wise men. Not more than 10% of the people dispatched by the Mohist family can return alive."
"The Mohist family is very powerful, but it cannot be compared with a country..."
Having said this, Huang looked at the corpse and said: "Mozi has a teacher, but he will not give you the things you want to achieve enlightenment."
"As a human being, you have to rely on yourself!"
Zhizi raised his head and looked at Huang, his tone always calm: "Does the Imperial Master plan to conquer me?"
"No!"
Hearing this, Huang shook his head and looked directly at the corpse: "I know myself. How can a person like you surrender to others easily?"
"At least now, I don't have such qualifications."
At this point, Huang's tone became solemn: "But, you and I can cooperate. I want immortality, and you want something to achieve enlightenment. There is actually no conflict of interest between you and me!"
"You also know that the people around me are from ancient clans and Taoist sects..."
The corpse's calm expression fluctuated for the first time. He looked straight at Huang Leng and said, "Do you know what they represent?"
"I know!"
Huang nodded: "But, so what, without strength, everything is in vain. You should also know how terrifying those existences are."
"And that's why I came to see you!"
Hearing this, Zhizi was puzzled: "If that's the case, why did you and Mozi go into confrontation and even fight to the death?"
"I chose Qin because the Mohist family has been causing trouble for me. In addition, what the Mohist family did seems to be quelling the war, but in fact it is maintaining the war."
"Since Mozi wants to kill me and keeps causing trouble for me, only by getting rid of Mozi can everything be peaceful."
Having said this, Huang looked at Hongyi's arrival and said to the corpse, "The food and drinks are here. Sir, just think about it here!"
"When you think about it clearly, just tell me!"
…
When they met for the first time, Huang Ziran didn't believe Zhizi, and similarly, Zhizi didn't trust him either. The relationship between them was just a trial of each other.
Walking out of the dungeon silently, Huang returned to the study. At this time, Yang came forward: "Master, there is news from Fushui Room. The iron cavalry broke through the Mohist sword array, and except for the leader, all of them were killed."
"Ten of our troops were killed!"
"Chief Zuo is safe and sound. As for Junshang, Black Bingtai and the escort army took action. Except for a few who escaped, all the remaining Mohist disciples were killed."
…
Huang was not surprised when he heard the news.
From the beginning, he had expected this: "Let the Sun Chamber of Commerce provide pensions, let the Zuo Shu chief appoint it, and grant knighthoods to the families of the fallen soldiers in accordance with their military merits."
"Although they are my people, they died while guarding Zuo Shuchang. They died for the country!"
"promise."
Yang nodded, turned around and left, leaving nothing but wasteland in the study, with countless bamboo slips piled on top of the papers.
Sunlight poured in from the window and fell on the desk. Huang gently closed a roll of bamboo slips. Now the affairs of Qin State have come to an end for the time being.
It's time to go to Chaoge.
"Master, do you want the plan to start now?" Yang Zhu walked in and said to Huang.
Raising his head, Huang looked at Yang Zhu: "Yang Zi, you establish an organization, called the Twelve Shang, relying on the Sun Chamber of Commerce."
"Fu Shuifang's goal is the entire Central Plains, and the Twelve Shang's goals are various schools of thought and ancient clans. They must not only be loyal, but also powerful..."
At this point, Huang said with a faint tone: "Now that we have broken things off with Mozi, the plan can begin."
"good."
Yang Zhu walked out, and Huang couldn't help but sigh. He would not be short of money and food as he was sitting in the Sun Chamber of Commerce, but he was short of strong men.
To establish the Twelve Shang, Yang Zhu alone was not enough. Corpse was one of his choices. He took a fancy to a casual cultivator who looked like a corpse.
These people may not have high levels of cultivation, but they are huge in number. With the addition of these people, he is qualified to compete with hundreds of schools of thought, and even compete with ancient clans.
After taking a sip of water, Huang couldn't help but fall silent. He also wanted to sit in the study and strategize, or stay in seclusion, make himself stronger, and then settle the matter.
However, seclusion for a period of time is what ancient Qi practitioners did. He is a martial artist. He does not need to collect clouds to feed his Qi. He only wants to strengthen his body.
Rising from assassination.
As a martial artist, you cannot become strong by seclusion. Fighting with others is the path of a martial artist in itself.
However, the enemies he faced were too powerful to allow him to become stronger step by step.
…
"The general has finally met the master of the family!"
Near noon, Zi Che Shi came back, saluted Huang, and said: "Ten of our soldiers were killed in battle, and the rest are being treated for their injuries."
"Don't be afraid of spending money on food. The pension must be sufficient. You can do this yourself."
"At the same time, we will recruit troops from among the old Qin people to make up the number to three thousand. We will not only practice martial arts, but also the art of combined attack."
"You are troops, not monks."
Having said this, Huang glanced at Zi Che Shi and said: "In the future, I will look for military formation techniques that existed in ancient times."
"Train well. Every enemy we encounter in the future will be more powerful than the Mo family."
"promise."
Zi Cheshi was a little silent. Each of the three thousand cavalrymen spent a huge amount of resources. Although Huang didn't show it, Zi Che Master himself felt distressed.
Before coming, Master Zi Che felt guilty. At this moment, after seeing Huang's understatement, he felt even more guilty.
As for the ancient military formation technique, Master Ziche didn't think much about it, he just thought it was Huang comforting him.
After all, the ancient art of military formation has been lost long ago, and has never been heard of spread throughout the world. As a descendant of a military family, he has heard about this more than once, even if he is a side branch.
Although Huang is powerful, he cannot create something out of nothing.